Vertaling van: Blof - Dit Lied

I sing your outworn words
In an inappropriate language
I play second hand chords
'Cause I steal them all

I paint a decrepit world
A collapsed city
I paint the trees there
that they never had

This song is like a wreck
Like a broken bridge
Like a fallen tower
To heaven and back again
This song
This song always comes back I live in tired sentences
As in an uninhabitable house
Do I live outside, do I live inside?
But I'm not home anywhere else

I speak in parched tongues
I speak for all and for one
Because even with a hoarse voice sung
Isn't anyone really alone?

This song is like a wreck
Like a broken bridge
Like a fallen tower
To heaven and back again
This song
This song always comes back
This song
This song always comes back